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Author Name: Freehnk903 2 Comments
Date Added: November 09, 2011 09:11:10 Average Score: (Needs 1)
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Type: Free Verse
Category: Broken Hearts Add To Favorites | Text Only

As a true believer in romance and happy endings
This may appear out of character
Love is a wonderful emotion
One that we can not live without
Yet love is also fickle
Testing you to the very limits of sanity
Love should be given every chance to grow
It should be nurtured, fed with trust, patience and understanding
These things are love's true foundation
They are what binds souls together for a lifetime and beyond
But you will always find those that take it for granted
Assuming that love will grow and flourish
Whether you tend to it or not
Sadly, this is not the case, love needs attention
It needs to be a priority, not an afterthought
If you treat love as an afterthought, it will wither and die
Unable to be brought back to life, the foundation crumbles
Under the weight of apathy and indifference
I believe in love as much as I always have
But because of the fickleness of love, I no longer believe in us
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Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on November 9, 2011 10:40:23 AM Report

This bring tears to my eyes  ....  Heartbreaking  I know of such emotions ..

Damn it just hurts so bad you can't breath...

 HUgs ~ India ~ She

Comment By: PremiumHOPE on November 9, 2011 09:49:20 AM Report
Oh Henry, you are breaking my heart.  You are a strong man to still believe in love.  When the love is gone and there is only pain and sorry left the first thing my wounded heart does is give up on on Love.  Degrade it like it's "love's" fault.  You have all of us hopeless romantics that you have converted by your side.  Tina


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